Antelope Song
Escape and Acceptance: The Journey of an Antelope
Lyrics
I am an antelope running from the hunter's gun
The narrator identifies as an antelope fleeing from a hunter.
Knocking the trees down and hurling through wires
The hunter is causing destruction (knocking trees down, going through wires) in pursuit.
I run
The antelope continues to run in an attempt to escape.
And if I had known better, I could have prevented this
The narrator reflects on a missed opportunity for avoidance or prevention.
If I had known better to leave
If the narrator had known better, they could have avoided the situation by leaving.
And you were so lost in your mind, you've accepted this
The listener, lost in their thoughts, has accepted the narrator's absence because they didn't know where the narrator would be.
Because you didn't know where I'd be
The uncertainty of the narrator's whereabouts has led to acceptance on the listener's part.
I think my suitcase will fit in the passenger seat
The narrator contemplates fitting their suitcase in the passenger seat, suggesting a journey.
But this tired little antelope is barely alive
The antelope (metaphor for the narrator) is exhausted and barely alive.
And inside of me
Within the narrator, there's a struggle or turmoil.
But the fires will not hurt me, my skin's made of leather
The narrator believes external challenges won't harm them due to a resilient, tough exterior (skin made of leather).
Been waiting on someone to meet
The narrator has been waiting for someone to meet them, possibly for support or understanding.
And I've been trying so hard to put this back together
The narrator is attempting to rebuild or mend something that has broken.
So tie me to you with a string
Desire for connection; the narrator wants to be tied to someone with a string.
I open my eyes and I find that my hooves have been caught
The antelope realizes it's trapped, with its hooves caught, and a bullet has reached its heart.
A bullet in me that has found its way up to my heart
The narrator is wounded, both physically and emotionally.
And my wounds they are growing, I'm not who I thought I was
The narrator acknowledges personal changes and uncertainties about their identity.
Blood pouring from me like rain
Intense imagery of blood pouring like rain, signifying suffering.
And in the cold distance, the hunter approaches me
In the distance, the hunter approaches, posing a direct threat to the narrator.
And he puts a gun to my head
The hunter puts a gun to the narrator's head, intensifying the imminent danger.
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